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But when the bathroom door swung open down the hall, she grabbed his shirt, locked eyes with him, and said softly but fiercely, “You deserve to be loved. Head over heels, no compromises, no second-guessing loved. And anyone who offers less than that is not worth giving your heart to.” She threw her arms around his waist, and all he could do while his heart thumped and Mira walked their way was hug her back.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
MIRA
With a smileon her face she didn’t think had faltered once in the last hour, Mira floated across the plane and into her seat.
“How was your day?” Cole asked while he took the seat across from her.
“Wonderful,” she told him. “Amazing. Phenomenal.”
With a gleam in his eye, he said, “Same.”
Then, like they’d choreographed it, they both pulled out their phones.
“Davis says everything’s still fine at Bluebird,” he said.
Rolling her eyes at the text back from Ian telling her to “stop bugging” them, Mira said, “Mom and Ian are good too.”
“Good evening,” the pilot intoned over the speaker. “Please put your phones on airplane mode and keep your seats in the upright position with your seat belts fully fastened until we reach safe cruising altitude and I’ve turned the seat belt sign off. We might have some early turbulence.”
Mira checked her phone one last time before putting it on airplane mode, then tried to settle in as the plane started its taxi to the runway. But she couldn’t settle. She was antsy, agitated, overly warm, her skin heating one degree at a time when Cole’s jaw muscles flickered as he peered through the window, when he tightened his seat belt with an efficient tug, when he turned to her, catching her stare, his throat bobbing through a swallow as she licked her lips.
Every bit of Cole in his world, his competence in the studio, the way he loved his daughter and granddaughter, even the way his corded forearms flexed while he worked the stick in Benji’s convertible—or maybe especially that—had served one single purpose: making her so turned on she could barely see straight. And now, confined to her seat, she wondered if she should give him a taste of his own medicine.
“I guess we’re stuck here for a while,” she said, glancing down at her seat belt, then flicking her gaze back to his. “All tied up.”
Cole’s eyes darkened. “I guess so.”
“Is it warm in here?” she asked him, skating her fingers along her collarbone. “I’m kind of hot.”
He cleared his throat, his eyes following her fingertips as they dipped between her breasts. “Maybe you’re having a hot flash.”
“Maybe so.” She leaned forward until her seat belt cut into her hips, giving him an unobstructed view down her shirt. “You know the only thing that works when I’m having one of those?”
His fingertips tapped at light speed on his seat belt buckle. “Remind me.”
“Please prepare for take-off,” the pilot said.
“Believe me,” Cole rasped, his legs spreading wide. “I am.”
Slipping out of her shoes, she grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. When she tossed it onto the floor beside her, Cole asked, “Does that feel better?” his eyes midnight black, his gaze devouring her body.
Gathering her hair up off her neck while the plane’s acceleration pushed her back into her seat, she hummed. “A little. But I’m still so hot.”
Cole groaned, taking his hand off the seat belt buckle to palm himself through his jeans.
“Maybe”—dropping her hair, she reached around her back for the clasp of her bra—“I should take this off too.”
When they launched into the sky, Cole said, “I think that’s a good idea.”
“But what if the pilot comes out?” she asked, lowering her hands, pouting innocently. “I don’t want to get into trouble.”
“She won’t come out. She wouldn’t dream of it. Mira, please,” Cole begged, shifting in his seat. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Well, then I should definitely keep it on,” she teased. “I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he said to her breasts. “I’m perfectly comfortable. I’ve never been so comfortable in my entire life.”
